Bang theory

We have no bang theory’s poem.
If things turn bald, you go west.

God is in the mountainous west
If there is a narrow pass to pass.

Some times you wouldn’t know
The wind from breeze, trees fall.

Be tree when you fall from blue.
Lie down happily in  broad sun.

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